Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Since When Is Orange Juice an Aphrodisiac? ❯ One-Shot

"Since When Is Orange Juice an Aphrodisiac?"

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

Disclaimer: If I owned Digimon, would I be writing fanfics? No, I'd be doing a nice new series with plenty of Daiken. So go blame Saban and Fox for how things turned out. I'm trying to make it better. ^^;

A/N: Sequel to "Him." NC-17 for yaoi content and sex. "Mmm, mmm, lemony good!" This is probably as close to PWP as you'll ever see from me. Japanese name are used.

Being pulled, naked, into the kitchen by my boyfriend is a brand-new experience for me. An interesting one, but new nonetheless. Daisuke is literally dragging me by the wrist, almost as if he's afraid to let go of me. It's not like I'm going to run away from him or anything. But I don't mind his possessiveness. I rather like it, to be honest. He keeps holding onto my wrist, even as he chugged half the pitcher of orange juice. I watch as his eyes take on a manic, hyper cast. Uh, oh.

He hands me the pitcher, looking adorably pouty. "It's no fun if you don't have some too, Ken-chan."

It =might= let me keep up with him. Maybe. I reach for a glass but he stops me, urging me to drink it straight from the pitcher like he had. What the hell? I tip it up, and manage to get several swallows down before Daisuke tips it, spilling it down my bare chest. I glare at him, until I realize that he's excited. Very excited. I gulp silently. I think I'm in trouble. Check that, I know I'm in trouble.

He closes in on me, his forefinger reaching out and running down my breastbone, through the sheen of orange juice. I shiver lightly, and I feel my own body begin to react. Daisuke pulls the finger back, looking at it from every angle. Then he brings it up to his lips, and his tongue snakes out and starts to lick the juice from it. I whimper softly as his eyes take on a sensuous, half-lidded cast while he puts the finger into his mouth and starts to suck. Taking a deep shuddering breath, I reach for him, meaning to pull him to me so I could kiss him, but he steps back from me.

Before I have the chance to pout, Daisuke releases his finger, and says, "Oh no, Ken-chan. It's my turn to play now."

Now I'm definitely in trouble. He swoops in, pushing me back against the table as he darts in to kiss me. Reaching for him once more, I'm surprised that he steps back again.

"It's my turn now, Ken," he says, waggling a finger at me. "Let me have my fun."

I nod wordlessly at my shorter lover, and he presses me onto the table, climbing up so he can kneel above me. A tremor passes through me as I look up at him. He's an interesting and exciting cross between seductive and mischievous. Gods, I want him. My body is already aching for him; my erection throbs so much it's driving me insane.

Daisuke reaches out and runs his finger up my shaft, causing me to hiss his name. I tense as he lazily circles the head with that finger. I grab the edges of the table and hold on for dear life, wondering what the hell my love is up to. I find out quickly enough as he bends to kiss my chest. It's a gentle suckling kiss that pulls at my flesh even as it sets my skin on fire.

It ends as I moan softly. He smirks at my enraptured expression, and then begins to lick at the skin of my chest. Daisuke slowly cleans the drying orange juice off me with each pass of his tongue. My nerves are screaming at the electric sensations, and I wonder where the hell he learned this. By this point though, I don't give a damn. I just want him to take me. Or let me take him. Anything, anything at all.

My tongue bath ends with a deep, passionate kiss. Daisuke thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth, imitating a much more interesting act. Releasing the table, I reach for him and pull him onto me. Our erections touch, and we both gasp, breaking the kiss.

"Please, Dai-chan," I whisper, my voice breaking with need. He understands and nods once, looking around the kitchen for a lubricant. Giving up the search, he grabs the pitcher of orange juice, and dips his fingers in what's left.

His fingers begin their slow intrusion into me. First one finger, then another, and finally a third work their way inside me; making me ready for him. It's an odd sensation, but intense and erotic at the same time.

My breathing is coming is short, fast gasps. I need him badly enough that I'm not waiting for him to take me. I'm already moving against his fingers as they thrust slowly into me.

Daisuke chuckles, "Can't wait?"

I moan for an answer. I can't think of any words. For that matter, what are words?

He makes a final, deep, searching movement inside me with his fingers and then withdraws, leaving me feeling empty. Whimpering, I try to sit up so I can reach for him, but he pushes me back onto the table.

"No, Ken-chan," he purrs. "Lie back for your Dai-chan."

I do, and Daisuke dips back into the orange juice and coats his erection with the stuff. Kneeling between my thighs, he lifts my legs so they are over his shoulders. I can see that he's at least as wild for this as I am, only holding back for me. The head of his erection brushes my opening, and I tremble at the contact of our heated flesh.

He presses himself slowly inside me, stopping to let me adjust several times. It hurts to have him inside me, but the reward will be so sweet. By the time he is fully sheathed, he is panting and sweating from the effort of holding back. Now I feel full, and that sensation is both comforting and sexual at the same time. Taking a deep breath, I press myself against him.

It feels strange, but then Daisuke thrusts into me and I gasp at the pleasure. He moves slowly inside me, allowing the pleasure to build. My body was now burning with excitement and I keep whispering my love's name over and over again. His hands are kneading and caressing my ass with each thrust, making me melt.

He suddenly thrusts in deeper than before, and I see a burst of sparks as he hits my sweet spot. I let out a surprised squeak that ends as a low, pleased moan. As the sparks fade, I see Daisuke above me, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He's sweaty and flushed, and he's never looked better to me. He presses into me the same way, and I see the sparks again.

"Like that, Ken-chan?" Daisuke pants. I nod wordlessly, swallowing another moan as he hits my prostate again.

He speeds up, hitting that spot several times in a row. My insides are tightening, twisting, spiraling to the breaking point.

"Dai-chan," I gasp between fireworks displays. "I'm g-gonna come!"

Daisuke stops, takes a deep breath, and thrusts himself deep inside me. He cries my name as he explodes within me, his body slamming over and over into me. His second frenzied thrust pushes me over the edge. I see a sun go supernova and I scream my love's name over and over again.

The sun slowly disappears from my vision, and I feel Daisuke's weight sagging against me. I move my legs gingerly, and he slumps the rest of the way down, his softening member still inside me. He is panting just as heavily as I am, but has enough strength left to wrap his arms around me and hold me tightly.

I smile wearily, hook him under the arms, and pull him the rest of the way up to me, even though he slips out of me. We both shiver at our disconnection. Resting his head on my shoulder, Daisuke watches me through half closed eyes. We lay like that for several minutes, getting our air back, just holding each other.

Smiling at him, I brush my fingers along his cheek, and then back through his red hair. He echoes my smile, grinning like a cat. He presses a few kisses against my chest, still smiling. I chuckle at the feather-soft touch of his lips against my warm skin.

"We're going to have to get up, Dai-chan," I murmur quietly. "Mom will be home soon, and we have to clean the kitchen."

"Do we have to, Ken-chan?" he asks, tracing aimless patterns on my chest.

"Yes, we have to. Unless =you= want to explain to my mother why we're lying naked on the kitchen table surrounded by puddles of orange juice and semen," I tell him, squirming at his teasing, tickling touch.

"Um, no. I'd rather not," he agrees.

We gingerly get up from the table, and start to clean up the worst of the mess in the kitchen. After we've cleaned up the puddles on the table and the floor, Daisuke picks up the discarded pitcher that had been full of orange juice. He looks inside it, and then turns to me. "Ken-chan?"

I look at him questioningly, and he asks, "Since when is orange juice an aphrodisiac? The people in Florida could make a killing if they tell the world about this."

Blinking at him for a moment in shock, I start to laugh. I pull him to me, and giving him a light kiss, and then say, "I love you, Daisuke-chan. Don't ever change."